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,,Du bist mein Sklave. Mein Sexsklave. Mein Eigentum. Ich werde dir alles heimzahlen - alles, was du und dein Vater mir und meinem Volk angetan haben. Ich will jetzt nichts mehr auf der Welt, als dir so weh zu tun." Eine Liebe, geboren aus tief verwurzeltem Hass... Konig Lucien hasst sie mehr als alles andere auf der Welt, weil sie die Tochter des Konigs ist, der seine Familie getotet und ihn und sein Volk versklavt hat. Er machte sie zu seiner Sklavin. Er besitzt sie und wird ihr alles heimzahlen, was ihr Vater ihm angetan hat. Und ihr Vater hat viel getan - ihn zu dem machtigen, aber beschadigten Monsterkonig gezeichnet, der er ist. Ein Konig, der jeden Tag gegen den Wahnsinn kampft. Ein Konig, der es hasst - verabscheut - beruhrt zu werden. Ein Konig, der in den letzten funfzehn Jahren nicht gut geschlafen hat. Ein Konig, der keinen Erben fur seinen Thron hervorbringen kann. Ein Konig mit mehr Damonen zu bekampfen als ein Damonenjager. Oh, er wird sie bezahlen lassen... Aber Prinzessin Danika ist wiederum ganz anders als ihr Vater. Sie ist anders als er. Sehr anders. Und als er sich aufmacht, sie bezahlen zu lassen, wird er unweigerlich herausfinden, wie anders sie von ihrem Vater ist.
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Apr 9, 2026
“Strip,” he ordered, his voice cold.
Danika had mentally prepared herself for this night, but being faced with it caused fear to course through her.
“Please… ” she started, but snapped her mouth shut, knowing she had made a mistake.
Like a panther, he stalked closer to her and yanked her hair so hard her head snapped back, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out from the pain. There was no remorse in his eyes. Only hatred so raw it chilled her.
“You either strip, or I call the guards to help you.”
Her hands went to the neck of her robe, and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together. Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground.
Her hands trembled, but she curled them into fists. Tonight, she’d lose her virginity in the cruelest way in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.
But she’d bear it with dignity. She raised her chin and awaited his next command.
“Get on to the bed.” There was no expression in his eyes. Just hate.
Once upon a time, the kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana were at peace with one another. That peace, was broken when the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch, Prince Cone, took over.
Prince Cone had always been hungry for power, always wanted more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were surprised. The king and queen were killed, and they took the prince into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war were enslaved; their land taken from them. They made their women and some of their men into sex slaves.
They lost everything.
Evil befell the land of Salem in the form of Prince Cone. The prince of Salem, Lucien, was filled with rage and swore revenge against King Cone while in slavery.
Ten years later, thirty-year-old Lucien and his people escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Prince Lucien, who was driven by the love of his people to get back their land and take Mombana’s land as well.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien’s eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana: Princess Danika, the daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes she’d ever seen, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he’d worn for ten years rattling in his hand. With a swift movement, he collared her neck.
He tilted her chin up, staring at the most beautiful face ever created. Giving her a bitter smile, he stated curtly, “You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades—everything you and your father ever did to me and my people.”
Pure hatred, coldness, and victory danced in his eyes.

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